Plot
Hike along with Jack (Hunter Goligoski), the Bitterroot Beagle, during his quest for the Golden Bone. Along the way you will behold some of Montana's most beautiful scenery. On his journey, Jack makes friends with over 40 talking characters that assist him on his search. Jack's expedition is filled with comical antics and many valuable lessons for children.
Join Jack and Friends on An Adventure You'll Never Forget!
Plot
Hike along with Jack (Hunter Goligoski), the Bitterroot Beagle, during his quest for the Golden Bone. Along the way you will behold some of Montana's most beautiful scenery. On his journey, Jack makes friends with over 40 talking characters that assist him on his search. Jack's expedition is filled with comical antics and many valuable lessons for children.
Join Jack and Friends on An Adventure You'll Never Forget!
Plot
Hike along with Jack (Hunter Goligoski), the Bitterroot Beagle, during his quest for the Golden Bone. Along the way you will behold some of Montana's most beautiful scenery. On his journey, Jack makes friends with over 40 talking characters that assist him on his search. Jack's expedition is filled with comical antics and many valuable lessons for children.
Join Jack and Friends on An Adventure You'll Never Forget!
The grand master of fighting anime returns!
Plot
Terry is fighting abroad when a boy named Tony, who wants to be Terry's student, follows him despite his mother and Terry's wishes. When Terry Bogart is defeated by a foe more powerful than he's ever seen before, Terry falls into depression and turns to the bottle. While his friends go after this new foe Tony must restored Terry's faith... and once he realizes that only he can defeat this ruthless fiend.
Plot
The movie combines songs, color and sequences of live action blended with the movements of animated figures. Mary Poppins is a kind of Super-nanny who flies in with her umbrella in response to the request of the Banks children and proceeds to put things right with the aid of her rather extraordinary magical powers.
Keywords: 1910s, actor-playing-multiple-roles, admiral, apology, bank, bank-of-england, banker, based-on-novel, bird, bird-feeding
See It Again and Again with that Supercalifragilistic Music! [re-release Australia 1976]
It's supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!
Mr. Banks: [singing] With tuppence for paper and strings, you can have your own set of wings! With your feet on the ground you're a bird in flight, with your fist holding tight to the string of your kite! Oh, oh, oh, let's go fly a kite, up to the highest height! Let's go fly a kite, and send it soaring! Up through the atmosphere, up where the air is clear! Oh, let's go... fly a kite!
[On the failure of their previous nanny]::Mrs. Banks: I'm sorry, dear, but when I chose Katie Nana, I thought she would be firm with the children. She looked so solemn and cross.::George Banks: My dear, never confuse efficiency with a liver complaint.
Mr. Banks: [singing] I feel a surge of deep satisfaction, much as a king astride his noble steed.::[speaks]::Mr. Banks: Thank you.::[sings]::Mr. Banks: When I return from daily strife, to hearth and wife, how pleasant is the life I lead!::Mrs. Banks: Dear, it's about the children...::Mr. Banks: Yes, yes, yes.::[sings]::Mr. Banks: I run my home precisely on schedule. At 6:01, I march through my door. My slippers, sherry, and pipe are due at 6:02. Consistent is the life I lead!::Mrs. Banks: George, they're missing!::Mr. Banks: Splendid, splendid.::[sings]::Mr. Banks: It's grand to be an Englishman in 1910! King Edward's on the throne, it's the age of men! I'm the lord of my castle, the sovereign, the liege!::[speaks]::Mr. Banks: I treat my subjects, servants, children, wife with a firm but gentle hand, noblesse oblige.::[sings]::Mr. Banks: It's 6:03, and the heirs to my dominion are scrubbed and tubbed, and adequately fed. And so I'll pat them on the head, and send them off to bed. Ah, lordly is the life I lead!::[speaks]::Mr. Banks: Winifred, where are the children?::Mrs. Banks: They're not here, dear.::Mr. Banks: What? Well, of course they're here! Where else would they be?
Michael: [talking about Mary Poppins] We better keep an eye on this one. She's tricky.
Mary Poppins: Our first game is called Well Begun is Half-Done.::Michael: I don't like the sound of that.::Mary Poppins: Otherwise titled Let's Tidy up the Nursery.::Michael: [to Jane] I told you she was tricky.
Mary Poppins: That's a piecrust promise. Easily made, easily broken.
Mary Poppins: [singing] Stay awake, don't rest your head. Don't lie down upon your bed. While the moon drifts in the skies... Stay awake, don't close your eyes. Though the world is fast asleep, though your pillow's soft and deep, you're not sleepy as you seem; stay awake, don't nod and dream... Stay awake... don't nod... and... dream.
Mrs. Banks: But you're always saying that you wanted a cheerful and pleasant household.::Mr. Banks: Winifred, I should like to make a slight differentiation between the word cheerful and just plain giddy irresponsibility.
Jane: Mary Poppins, we won't let you go!::Mary Poppins: Go? What on earth are you talking about?::Michael: Didn't you get sacked?::Mary Poppins: Sacked? Certainly not. I am never sacked!::Jane: Oh, Mary Poppins!::Jane, Michael: Hurrah, hurray, hurray, hurray, hurray, hurray...::Mary Poppins: Neither am I a Maypole. Kindly stop spinning about me.
Mary Poppins: [singing] Early each day to the steps of St. Paul's, the little old bird woman comes... In her own special way to the people she calls, come buy my bags full of crumbs. Come feed the little birds, show them you care, and you'll be glad if you do. Their young ones are hungry, their nests are so bare; all it takes is tuppence from you. Feed the birds, tuppence a bag. Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag... Feed the birds, that's what she cries, while overhead her birds fill the skies. All around the cathedral the saints and apostles look down as she sells her wares. Although you can't see it, you know they are smiling each time someone shows that he cares. Though her words are simple and few, listen, listen, she's calling to you. Feed the birds, tuppence a bag. Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag. Though her words are simple and few, listen, listen she's calling to you. Feed the birds, tuppence a bag. Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag.
Geese are waterfowl belonging to the tribe Anserini of the family Anatidae. This tribe comprises the genera Anser (the grey geese), Branta (the black geese) and Chen (the white geese). A number of other birds, mostly related to the shelducks, have "goose" as part of their name. More distantly related members of the Anatidae family are swans, most of which are larger than true geese, and ducks, which are smaller.
The word goose is a direct descendant of Proto-Indo-European root, *ghans-. In Germanic languages, the root gave Old English gōs with the plural gēs and gandres (becoming Modern English goose, geese, and gander, respectively), New High German Gans, Gänse, and Ganter, and Old Norse gās. This term also gave Lithuanian žąsìs, Irish gé (goose, from Old Irish géiss), Latin anser, Greek chēn, Albanian gatë (heron), Sanskrit hamsī, Finnish hanhi, Avestan zāō, Polish gęś, Russian гусь, Czech husa, and Persian ghāz.
The term goose applies to the female in particular while gander applies to the male in particular. Young birds before fledging are called goslings. The collective noun for group of geese on the ground is a gaggle; when in flight, they are called a skein, a team or a wedge; when flying close together, they are called a plump.
Mary Oliver (born September 10, 1935) is an American poet who has won the National Book Award and the Pulitzer Prize. The New York Times described her as "far and away, this country's [America's] best-selling poet".
Mary Oliver was born to Edward William and Helen M. V. Oliver on September 10, 1935, in Maple Heights, Ohio, a semi-rural suburb of Cleveland. Her father was a social studies teacher and an athletics coach in the Cleveland public schools. She began writing poetry at the age of 14, and at 17 visited the home of the late Pulitzer Prize winning poet Edna St. Vincent Millay, in Austerlitz, upper New York state. She and Norma, the poet's sister, became friends and Oliver "more or less lived there for the next six or seven years, running around the 800 acres like a child, helping Norma, or at least being company to her" and assisting with organizing the late poet's papers.
<poem> You strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do, determined to save the only life you could save.
All the leaves turn green in the summer
All the roses bloom in May
All the geese fly home for the winter
High above our earth now paved.
All the stars gleam for the night time
And the moon reflects it's adjacent sun
It's so hard to find real answers
When no real side has won.
Prechorus:
Well the grass covers up my body
And the river taught me to hear
Well trees have served as my refuge
And the dark it taught me to fear
Chorus:
All the men that live to burn
All the arms that love to hurt
All the hearts that have turned their worst...
We're so cold.
Aall the leaves soon loose their color
And the roses begin to fade
Crying loud I hear our mother
For just a few of those geese that were saved.
Prechorus:
Well the grass covers up my body
And the river taught me to hear
Well trees have served as my refuge
And the dark it taught me to fear
Chorus:
All the men that live to burn
All the arms that love to hurt
All the hearts that have turned their worst...
remember the times that we had?
nothing to hold on to, just today.
this dead log laying submerged
in a nice place to rest.
these are some of the best times I've had
it's so much cooler here in the shade,
without them, without it all
in the concrete cave.
living in color, riding on rubber
riding in the end of summer's days.
ignorance is bliss and all around
these swamplands are smothered in trash,
the marshes are drowning in man
noises from everywhere, never revealing.
our friends grow further, faint clouds of
laughter
it's all coming to an end.